Carolina, Carolina, Carolina, Carolina



Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning



No one could be sweeter that my sweetie when I meet her in the morning



Where the morning glory



Twine around the door



Whispering pretty stories



I long to hear once more



Strolling with my girlie when the dew is pearly early in the morning



Butterflies all flutter up and kiss each little buttercup, in the morning



If I had Aladdin's lamp



I'd make a wish and here's what I'd say



Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina in the morning